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CUPPLES  &  LEON  COMPANY 

NEW  YORK 


O  Lord!  that  seest,  from  yon  starry 

height, 
Centered  in  one  the  future  and  the  past, 
Fashioned  in  Thine  own  image,  see  how 

fast 
The  world  obscures  in  me  what  once  was 

bright! 

The   Image    of    Cod. 


In  all  places,  then,  and  in  all  seasons, 
Flowers  expand  their  light  and  soul- 
like wings, 

Teaching  us  by  most  persuasive  reasons, 
How  akin  they  are  to  human  things. 

Flowers. 


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The  beauteous  pansies  rise 
In  purple,  gold  and  blue, 
With  tints  of  rainbow  hue 
Mocking  the  sunset  skies. 

T.  J.  Ouseley. 

Verily  I  swear,  'tis  better  to  be  lowly 
born,  and  range  with  humble  livers  in  con- 
tent, than  be  perk'd  up  in  glistening  grief, 
and  wear  a  golden  sorrow. 

Hems   VIII. 


As  down  in  the  sunless  retreats  of  the 

ocean 
Sweet  flowers  are  springing  no  mortal 

can  see, 
So  deep  in  my  soul  the  still  prayer  of 

devotion 
Unheard  by  the  world,  rises  silent  to 

Thee. 

Moore. 


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Pray  you, 
love,  remember 


tj* 


And 

there  is  pansies, 

that's  for  thoughts. 

Shakespeare. 


Only  a  little  token, 

Offered  for  Friendship's  sake- 
Picture  and  song  together 

Here,  with  my  greeting,  take. 

What  though  on  brightest  pictures 
Time's  hand  at  last  be  lain  ; 

What  though  earth's  songs  awaken 
Only  to  sleep  again  ? 

Voices  once  loved  ring  ever 

In  faithful  listening  ears  ; 
The  sacred  hand  of  Friendship 

Gleams  through  the  mist  of  years. 

Ellis    Walton. 

The  heart  has  its  own  memory  like  the 

mind, 
And  in  it  are  enshrined 
The  precious  keepsakes,  into  which  is 

wrought 
The  giver's  loving  thought. 

Longfellow. 


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The  pretty  pansy  then  I'll  tye, 

Like  stones  some  chains  enchasing; 

And  next  to  them  their  near  ally, 
The  purple  violet  placing. 

Drayton. 

It  is  easy  to  say  how  we  love  new  friends, 
and  what  we  think  of  them,  but  words 
can  never  trace  out  all  the  fibres  that  knit 
us  to  the  old. 

George   Eliol. 


Full  many  a  gem  of  purest  ray  serene 
The  dark,  unfathomed  caves  of  ocean 
bear; 

Full  many  a  flower  is  born  to  blush  unseen 
And  waste  its  sweetness  on  the  desert 


air. 


P"' 


Thomas   Gray. 


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Wondrous  truths,  and  manifold  as  wondrous, 
God  hath  written  in  those  stars  above; 

But  not  less  in  the  bright 

flowerets  under  us 
Stands  the  revelation  of  His  love. 


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The  bolt  of  Cupid  fell: 

upon  a  little  western  flower, 
Before  milk-white,  now  purple  with 

Love's  wound, 
And  maidens  call  it  love-in-idleness. 

Shakespeare. 

Friendship  is  the  holiest  of  gifts; 

God  can  bestow  nothing  more  sacred  upon      ,  JIM^^ 

us! 
It  enhances  every  joy,  mitigates  every 

pain, 
Everyone  can  have  a  friend 
Who  himself  knows  how  to  be  a  friend. 

Tiedge. 

Heart's  ease  or  pansy,  pleasure  or  thought, 
Which  would  the  pictures  give  us  of 

these  ? 
Surely  the  heart  that  conceived  it  sought 
Heart's  ease. 

Swinburne. 


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X. 


Faith  is  the  star  that  gleams  above, 
Hope  is  the  flower 
that  buds  below. 


Twin  tokens  of  celestial  love 
That  out  from  Nature's 
bosom  grow, 
And  still  alike  in  sky,  on  sod 
That  star  and  blossom  ever 

point  to  God. 

'James  Kent. 


And  then,  the  fallen  leaves  among 

The  pansies'  faces  peer; 
The  first  almost  when  all  was  young 
About  your  feet  they  constant  clung 
The  livelong  way,  and  softly  flung 

Sweet  memories  through  the  year. 

H.  M.    Waiihman. 

Nature,  so  far  as  in  her  lies, 

Imitates  God,  and  turns  her  face 

To  every  land  beneath  the  skies, 
Counts  nothing  that  she  meets  with 
base, 

But  lives  and  loves  in  every  place. 

On    A     Mourner. 

More  things  are  wrought  by  prayer 
Than  this  world  dreams  of.     Where- 
fore, let  thy  voice 
Rise  like  a  fountain  for  me  night  and  day. 

Morle    d"    Arthur. 


ZZZ 


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WA 


Sweet  memory,  wafted  by  thy  gentle 

gale' 
Oft  up  the  stream  of  time  I  turn  my 

sail, 
To  view  the  fairy-haunts  of  long-lost 

hours, 
Blest  with  far  greener  shades,  far 

fresher  flowers. 

Rogers. 

With  such  a  prayer,  on  this  sweet  day, 
As  thou  may' st  hear  and  I  may  say, 
I  greet  thee,  dearest,  far  away! 

Whiltier. 

A  true  friend  is  forever  a  friend. 

George  MacDonald. 

Not  as  all  other  women  are 

Is  she  that  to  my  soul  is  dear; 
Her  glorious  fancies  came  from  far 
Beneath  the  silvery  evening  star, 
And  yet  her  heart  is  ever  near. 

Lowell. 


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Tender  fragrant  Memory! 
When  all  else  is  dead  and  dry, 
Thou  wilt  in  our  bosoms  lie. 
Love  can  lose  its  first  fair  bloom, 
Hope  may  find  an  early  tomb, 
Joys  and  griefs  be  spent  with  years, 
Sorrow  melt  away  in  tears. 
Yet  when  these  are  past  and  flown 
We  may  call  thee  still  our  own, 
Sweet  undying  Memory! 

Ellis  Walton. 


Pansies  for  ladies  all — I  wis 
That  none  who  wear  such  brooches  miss 
A  jewel  in  the  mirror. 

E.  B.  BroTvnino. 


X"Y    The  pleasantest  things  in  the  world  are 
pleasant  thoughts. 


•PC' 


Heartsease!  one  could  look  for  half  a  day 
Upon  this  flower,  and  shape  in  fancy  out 
Full  twenty  different  tales  of  love  and 

sorrow 
That  gave  this  gentle  name. 

Mary  Howitt. 

The  Beauty  which  old  Greece  or  Rome 
Sung,  painted,  wrought,  lies  close  at  home; 

We  need  but  eye  and  ear 
In  all  our  daily  walks  to  trace 
The  outlines  of  incarnate  grace, 

The  hymns  of  gods  to  hear! 

Whittier. 


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The  grace  of  Heaven,     "^■^J 
Before,  behind 
thee, 


and 
on  every  hand, 
Enwheel  thee  round. 
Shakespeare. 


SS-'fi 


Pansies  in  soft  April  rains 

Fill  their  stalks  with  honeyed  sap 

Drawn  from  earth's  prolific  lap. 

Bayard    Taylor. 

The  Night  is  mother  of  the  Day, 

The  Winter  of  the  Spring, 
And  ever  upon  old  Decay 

The  greenest  mosses  cling. 
Behind  the  cloud  the  starlight  lurks, 

Through  showers  the  sunbeams  fall; 
For  God  who  loveth  all  His  works, 

Has  left  His  Hope  with  all. 

Dream  of  Summer. 

The  flower  pines  not  to  be  fair: 

It  never  asketh  to  be  sweet  and  dear, 

But  gives  itself  to  sun  and  air, 
And  so  is  fresh  and  full  from  year  to 
year. 


Lowell. 


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Of  all  the  bonny  buds  that  blow 
In  bright  and 

cloudy  weather, 
Of  all  the  flowers  that  come  and  go 
The  whole  twelve  moons 

together 
The  little  purple  pansy  brings 
Thoughts  of  the 
sweetest, 

saddest  things. 
Mary  E.  Bradley. 


Long  was  the  good  man's  sermon, 
Yet  it  seemed  not  so  to  me; 

For  he  spake  of  Ruth  the  beautiful, 
And  still  I  thought  of  thee. 

Long  was  the  prayer  he  uttered, 
Yet  it  seemed  not  so  to  me; 

For  in  my  heart  I  prayed  with  him, 
And  still  I  thought  of  thee. 

A    Gleam   of  Sunshine. 


r^~ 


There's  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose 

Or  decks  the  lily  fair, 
Or  marks  the  humblest  flower  that  grows, 

But  God  has  placed  it  there. 

There's  not  of  grass  a  single  blade, 

Or  leaf  of  lowliest  mien, 
Where  heavenly  skill  is  not  displayed, 

And  heav'nly  goodness  seen. 

God  is  Everywhere. 


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I  pray  that  you  and  care 

may   never  meet, 
But  here  are  purple  pansies, 
fresh  and  sweet. 


Cherish  them  tenderly,  for, 
well  we  know, 
Sure  talismans  are  they  'gainst 
grief  and  woe; 


Take,  then,  my  pansies,  that  I 
^    fi  bid  you  wear 

i  :~"  -      Above  your  heart  to  ease  its 

every  care! 


*    "S 


Blue  skies  smile;   and  flowers  bloom  on, 
And  rivers  still  keep  flowing — 

The  dear  God  still  His  rain  and  sun 
On  good  and  ill  bestowing. 

His  pine-trees  whisper,  "Trust  and  wait," 
His  flowers  are  prophesying 

That  all  we  dread  of  change  or  fall 


His  love  is  underlying. 


Whitti 


Twin  tokens  of  celestial  love 
That  out  from  Nature's  bosom  grow, 

And  still  alike  in  sky,  on  sod 
That  star  and  blossom  ever  point  to  God. 

James  Kent. 


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O  Love  ! — so  hallowing  every  soil 
That  gives  thy  sweet  flower  room, 

Wherever,  nursed  by  ease  or  toil, 
The  human  heart  takes  bloom. 

JVhittier. 


^J 


I  send  thee  pansies  while  the  year  is  young, 
Yellow  as  sunshine,  purple  as  the  night; 
Flowers  of  Remembrance,  ever  fondly 
sung. 

Unknown. 

A  generous  friendship  no  cold  medium 
knows, 

Burns  with  one  love,  with  one  resent- 
ment glows; 

One  should  our  interests  and  our  pas- 
sions be, 

My  friend  must  hate  the  man  that 
injures  me. 

Pope. 


just  as  the  pansy  petals  fold 
Closely  about  their  hearts  of  gold, 
So  in  these  pages  may  there  be 
Enfolded  golden  thoughts  for  thee! 


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I  tell  thee  that  the 

"  pansy  freak'd  with  jet  " 
Is  still  the  heartsease 

that  the  poets  knew ; 
Take  all  the  sweetness 

of  a  gift  unsought, 
And  for  the  pansies  send 

me  back  a  thought. 

Sarah  Doudney. 


